Chapter 19: The Diligent Tang Wenjing

Time flew by, and now only half an hour remained until today's training ended. Chen Meng glanced at his current mastery progress: Quick Draw (90%).

"What an interesting fellow," Lu Guang commented. He had noticed Chen Meng's transformation—from the early days of recklessly firing, to now drawing and shooting in one fluid motion, and the accuracy was nearing that of regular marksmanship. Clearly, Chen Meng was close to mastering Quick Draw.

Chen Meng considered his progress. Since he was already at this stage, he decided to fully master Quick Draw. He purchased another hundred rounds, bringing his total expenditure to nine thousand six hundred yuan.

One bullet after another, he fired them all, and his mastery continued to rise. Finally, just before the training concluded, it reached one hundred percent.

Chen Meng took a deep breath. It had not been easy.

"He actually mastered it," Lu Guang muttered.

At that moment, the male college student finally snapped. "What a worthless coach! Just a scam to cheat us out of money. I'm done!"

The female student echoed him, "That's right. Let's go. We'll confront the shooting range manager."

Watching the pair leave, Chen Meng smiled. If not for the help of his system, he too would have looked down on Lu Guang and suspected him of being a fraud.

"You’re impressive, you have real talent," Lu Guang said seriously to Chen Meng.

"Talent?" Chen Meng was noncommittal. It wasn’t talent, but rather money burned into skill. "Thank you, coach. They don’t understand how skilled you are now, but they’ll regret it later."

"Come, let’s sit over there and talk." Lu Guang gestured, grabbing two bottles of mineral water and handing one to Chen Meng.

Chen Meng was intrigued by Lu Guang and readily agreed.

"Coach, have you really been to the Wild Frontier?" Chen Meng asked as he sat down.

"I have. I used to be a soldier. I learned my marksmanship in the army, but later lost a hand, so my skills couldn't keep up, and I left the service," Lu Guang said, his tone heavy. "Are you interested in the Wild Frontier? Planning to join the army in the future?"

"We’ll see. Right now, I just want to get into a good university," Chen Meng smiled. "Besides Quick Draw, are there other shooting techniques you mentioned?"

"Yes, three more: Suppressing Fire, Spin Shot, and Hidden Shot," Lu Guang replied after some thought.

Chen Meng repeated their names.

"Could you demonstrate them?" he asked.

"A demonstration?" Lu Guang smiled, knowing Chen Meng was curious and happy to oblige.

He walked out with his pistol, loaded it, and said calmly, "Watch closely, this is Suppressing Fire!"

As he spoke, six bullets fired in quick succession. Yet the target showed only a single bullet hole—the six bullets had overlapped perfectly.

Chen Meng was astonished. This marksmanship was extraordinary.

"Some powerful divine beings can’t be killed with a single bullet. That’s when suppressing fire comes in—multiple bullets striking the same spot to increase lethality. To reach this level with Suppressing Fire requires relentless practice," Lu Guang explained. "Next, watch carefully—this is Spin Shot!"

Lu Guang fired six shots, but not only did the gun rotate, he himself spun as he fired. Six shots, six hits.

"Spin Shot doesn’t require physical spinning; it means you can shoot from any angle, any position," he continued. "Now for Hidden Shot!"

"A true hidden shot keeps your gun from being seen by your opponent, making it impossible for them to defend."

As he spoke, his gun vanished from Chen Meng’s view—not truly gone, but hidden in his visual blind spot.

Six more gunshots rang out, and Chen Meng never saw where the gun was.

Chen Meng watched, silently determined.

"I want to master Suppressing Fire!"

"I want to master Spin Shot!"

"I want to master Hidden Shot!"

He glanced at his system interface, which had changed:

Knowledge Points: 2

Pages: High School Runes (801/862), High School Alchemy (0/909), High School Forging (0/712)

Mastery Progress: Suppressing Fire (5%), Spin Shot (4%), Hidden Shot (2%)

Chen Meng was quite satisfied, while Lu Guang looked at the sly smile on Chen Meng’s face and couldn’t understand what was happening.

He had no idea that Chen Meng had unconsciously stolen all his knowledge of marksmanship.

"Coach, would you mind if I added you as a friend? In the future, if I have questions, I’d like to consult you," Chen Meng said, thinking he would definitely return for more training to improve his mastery and accuracy.

Lu Guang nodded his agreement.

Chen Meng left, and at the exit encountered the receptionist again.

"The two students who trained with you just now believe our shooting range is overrated and the coach is incompetent. They even filed a complaint against Coach Lu Guang, demanding an explanation from the manager," the female receptionist said coolly. "This is the eleventh complaint against Coach Lu Guang this month."

"Coach Lu Guang might have some issues with his teaching methods, but his marksmanship is beyond question. He’s an excellent coach," Chen Meng replied after some thought.

Lu Guang, with only one hand, could hit the bullseye every time; Chen Meng doubted anyone else in the range could do the same.

The complaints came because what he taught was too advanced—most people couldn’t grasp it quickly, so they saw no immediate results and dismissed him as a fraud.

"Coach Lu Guang is indeed an excellent coach," the receptionist agreed after some consideration. "After training, the range will send you a request for feedback on your instructor."

"I’ll give Coach Lu Guang an absolutely glowing review," Chen Meng replied immediately.

The receptionist said no more and returned to her workstation as if nothing had happened.

She watched Chen Meng leave and muttered to herself, "Who would have thought the most skilled marksmanship coach in the range is the least recognized? Not everyone can survive in the Wild Frontier and kill a third-tier divine beast with a nine-shot burst."

Chen Meng didn’t rush home but went to school instead.

It was still early, and there was nothing to do at home, so he might as well read at school.

"My biology textbook is still at school—I can study for two hours, then head home around ten to roast chicken for Mouse Beibei," Chen Meng calculated. There would be plenty of people out for a walk before ten; if they saw a giant mouse eating roast chicken, it might make tomorrow’s headlines in Jiangzhou.

He picked up a packed dinner from the shop at the entrance and headed for his classroom.

Unlike his previous life, high schools here didn’t have evening study sessions, but the classrooms stayed open—if you wanted to study, you’d always have a place.

Many students with poor self-discipline at home often chose to come to school to review.

Chen Meng walked toward his classroom and noticed the lights were still on—someone was inside.

He was a bit surprised, as most students studying at school would have left by now.

"Let’s see who’s working so hard—their level of dedication matches mine!" Chen Meng said, pushing open the door.

He was stunned. He’d expected it might be Ni Hu, the class monitor who always ranked first, or perhaps Ma Yiqun, the carefree jokester—but he never imagined it would be Tang Wenjing.

This did not match Tang Wenjing’s wealthy heiress persona.

She was rich enough, but how could she be so hardworking?

Tang Wenjing was equally surprised to see Chen Meng.

"Are you reviewing?" Chen Meng asked, "I hope I’m not disturbing you. I’m just here to read."

Tang Wenjing recovered quickly. "I come to study every weekend until nine. You’re just in time—I’ve just finished a runes exam and there are several questions I can’t solve."

"But it’s the weekend!" Chen Meng recalled he’d only charged for Monday to Friday, not weekends.

"I paid you two hundred extra," Tang Wenjing replied coolly, leaving Chen Meng speechless.

So Chen Meng started explaining the exam questions to Tang Wenjing.

Elsewhere in the school, the driver who often picked up Tang Wenjing dialed a number.

"Boss Shen, I need to report something."

"What is it?" came a clear voice from the other end.

"Miss Wenjing might be dating someone," the driver said, looking toward the classroom where Tang Wenjing and Chen Meng were.

There was a long silence.

"Tell me everything," the voice said.

"Yes, ma'am," the driver answered, and recounted all he had observed: Chen Meng bringing Tang Wenjing lunch every day, tutoring her, and especially that they were together for evening study today.

"My daughter has grown up," Boss Shen sighed. "I wonder which family’s rascal he is. I’ll meet him first and then decide. I’ll pick a time next week and let you know."

"Understood."

"And don’t let Wenjing know about this," Boss Shen instructed before ending the call, her tone revealing her complicated feelings.

Chen Meng was oblivious to all this, but he knew for certain—it was all just a misunderstanding.